From the DadaWrit series (1987-1995).
It’s day, now night, and I wake up in the middle of it
I’m in a pile of laundry, stereo on, the lights are lit
Writing at the kitchen table, I give myself a list of ten
Reasons to stop, to reconsider, to move on, but then
I find myself back there once again in just one night
Going slower, I know when the time comes, I’ll be all right
Choose, I lose, I become the began again and then
When the morning comes I drink my water and think when
Will I find the necessary means to deliver my health
Funny how dark evenings stalking the city streets with stealth
Bringing a deli here and there and not remembering what I bought,
Just finding myself with a scratch and a cut
Spot on the pants, rip in the shirt, did I fight?
Wake up with coffee, think about it, and back again tonight
Get off the ride, move to the left, to the right, right now
I don’t know where I’ll stop, if it will be before my stop
My stop at the door
His door
terminate those extended delays
you’re there
no, don’t say that
there’s so much time, so much to do
will you?